Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 691: Four (4)

The group of heroes knew the Pope’s troublesome nature better than anyone.

At the forefront of every battle were always the Pope and the heroes, so the number of times they clashed with the immortal Pope and the heroes, who repeatedly performed miracles, must have easily been in the hundreds.

As such, they understood how difficult the Pope’s powers could be, and they also had an inkling of how incredible the purification abilities that countered him truly were.

However, the reason they couldn’t admire the purification abilities comfortably was that the method used for purification seemed somewhat crude and mundane.

"...Is this how powers are used?"

"I remember it being more solemn."

"It’s normal for our memories to differ. The ones we saw and the Apostle of the Great God are not the same."

The one who answered their question was Erginus, who was about the size of a small doll.

"What is this?"

Garad expressed his disgust and irritation, and Erginus clicked his tongue.

"The main body is currently suppressing the Void Evil God."

"Is there time for this?"

"It’s almost over."

"Already?"

"It’s not even that impressive. We’ve simply followed through with what was prepared, and the Void Evil God couldn’t do anything and lowered its head."

Nothing was particularly surprising.

There was no threat to their lives, no anxiety that everything could go awry, no fear of carrying so many lives.

The fight with the Void Evil God only felt like the tedium of doing familiar work.

"It’s probably the same elsewhere. Lucy Allen said I was the most troublesome exception. If it was a place that existed under prediction, there’s no need to mention it."

Even Erginus, who had said it was vague and had the most variables, felt this relaxed. What about those who had confidently declared that there were no variables?

"But even though the situation is this favorable, the reason I can’t feel at ease is because I know that bastard."

The Pope was an extremely troublesome opponent.

Perhaps the cunning of the Evil God Agras stemmed from him.

Could he really not have anticipated this situation?

Lucy Allen had shown that she was abnormal up until now, and it would be nonsense to say that they hadn’t guessed this.

"I know."

And yet, despite knowing, no countermeasure was made.

It was because he had some kind of intention.

"The unease is mutual, but let’s return to the earlier conversation. What’s the difference between that brat and the ones we know?"

"The ones we saw in the past were not those chosen by powers. They were those who received powers from the gods they served."

The powers held by gods are not truly their own abilities.

The concept of choosing someone as a god is about recognizing their desires and following their will. The phenomenon that happens on earth, which is called divine power, defies reason.

Therefore, those who received divine power must have limitations. They can only wield it because the gods allowed it.

Divine power doesn’t love them; just as the gods did, they cannot break common sense.

"What about that brat?"

"I don’t know why, but the Apostle of the Great God is loved by her powers."

As someone who had gained the powers of darkness, Erginus could tell that Lucy was different from ordinary humans on the earth.

The reason she could wield her powers was not simply because she was granted permission, but because the power itself directly poured strength into her.

"Then, it should be fine to face the Pope, who took Agras’s powers."

"Still, there’s a difference in experience."

At Garad’s concerned remark, Ruel smiled and shook his head.

"With that much, she can bridge the gap. That bastard Pope only believes in himself, but Lucy has companions."

The heroes’ gazes gathered at the awkward words, and Ruel’s face flushed slightly.

"It’s not entirely wrong."

The hero, who had been silent while looking at the screen, smiled and propped his chin up.

"I hope there is a miracle for them."

Joy quietly watched Lucy, who emitted a faint glow from behind.

The divine energy flowing from her body had taken the form of wings on her back, and above her, a circle of light appeared. The fairies flying around her had lost their mischievousness and now radiated the same warmth as Lucy.

If Fabi had been here, she would have definitely said, "The Apostle of the Great God has received the Lord’s glory."

"You really are someone who carries the will of the gods."

"Don’t compare me to that useless god.♡ It’s really annoying!♡"

Joy, who had unknowingly been filled with reverence, couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing Lucy’s tone.

No matter how great the power she held, Lucy was still Lucy. She was my friend.

And that meant I knew what I had to do.

While the Pope and the knights were distracted by Lucy’s presence, Joy silently prepared her magic circle.

"Ah! The fact that you are my trial makes me so proud."

"I feel the same. I’m so proud that Lucy is my friend."

As she cast the magic, darkness spread beneath the Pope and the others.

The Pope reacted as expected, but the knights did not.

Captivated by Lucy, they failed to recognize their surroundings and fell into the darkness where the king had been locked away.

Unlike the powerless king, they still retained all their power, so they wouldn’t wander in the darkness forever, but they wouldn’t escape anytime soon.

"So, I want to be someone worthy of my friend."

"Hoho. Truly, you are Erginus’s disciple."

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Although they should have been confused by the disappearance of their subordinates, the Pope’s face was filled with laughter.

"However, mage, please understand that there is an end to darkness as well."

Perhaps due to the strengthening of the evil god’s power, the Pope, unlike before, showed no signs and immediately used the power of the evil god.

Even Frey and the Swordmaster were left dumbfounded as the darkness opened up beneath them, and the knights began crawling up.

"Let’s go, useless ones."

"Let’s go, everyone."

Their powers collided.

A knight blocked Frey’s sword with his own body.

A knight’s divine magic was stolen by Joy.

Arthur blocked the sword aimed at Joy. As the Swordmaster and the puppet restrained the Pope’s movements, Lucy swung her mace.

To counter this, the Pope tried to use his powers, but Lucy blocked it with her purification powers.

A back-and-forth battle.

Neither side had a clear advantage.

A fight between those who take death lightly and those who value life.

The only thing they had in common was one.

They were both waiting for the resurrection of the evil gods.

As the intense battle continued, a man suddenly appeared in the center.

The young man, dressed in a black suit, commanded the space with his mere presence.

No one spoke, but everyone could tell who he was.

The one whose mere presence could send chills down your spine, whose very existence could inspire fear in the hearts of humans, and who could give hesitation even to the confident Lucy—there could be only one.

The evil god Agras.

A being with the power of the end, a demon who sought to bring an end to this world.

Without a care for the concepts of good or evil, he acted solely on the will of his power.

He slowly scanned the surroundings before raising a finger.

With that single movement, everyone forgot to breathe.

For some reason, the earth itself began to suffocate.

One by one, people began to kneel, leaving only two standing on the earth.

The Apostle of the Evil God and the Apostle of the Great God.

"Hm. I thought I would take your power, but it seems it’s not possible?"

"I told you. Now even the power of the end follows me."

When the Pope reached out to grasp Agras’s neck, his body began to crumble from the bottom up.

"Remember this, my apostle. The end you desire will crumble under countless obstacles."

"It’s fine. Success or failure, both are glorious to me."

"Then I’ll fervently wish for your failure."

With the curse, the evil god’s body completely disintegrated, and all the power within him flowed into the Pope.

The thick darkness surrounded the Pope, turning into a fog that soon dissipated. The kindly-looking old man vanished, and the Apostle of the Evil God from the age of myths appeared.

Not to fulfill anyone else’s will, but his own.

While the Pope absorbed the evil god Agras, I helped my friends by spreading the purification power around.

Barely freed from the pressure, my friends took deep breaths and glared at the Pope.

Alright. This is as expected.

The Pope would take control of the evil god’s power and summon his army from beneath the Holy Grounds.

This was a plan he had been preparing for a long time.

And I had been waiting for this moment too.

"My Lady!"

Feeling Agras’s aura, Fabi arrived with a piece of the holy artifact.

"Sorry I’m late!"

"Is everything properly prepared? Useless Fabi."

"Of course! I won’t disappoint you, My Lady!"

"Good."

Taking the holy artifact from Fabi, I felt the divine power contained within it.

"Assist me."

"Lead the way."

I placed the holy artifact in Fabi’s hand and filled it with purification power.

One of the many sacred artifacts from the Arteia family.

Its feature was amplifying the energy contained within it.

If this was the item that countless priests had sanctified over several days, then surely...

"Apostle, do you think I’ll just watch quietly?"

Before I knew it, the Pope had appeared in front of me and reached for the holy artifact.

As soon as I saw him, I threw the artifact into my inventory, grabbed Fabi, and stepped back.

"Gah!"

The pain in my back made me scream.

Ah. Damn it.

Why do I always have to act like a fool, just to avoid getting hurt!